Are we bound to follow a certain path ? A destiny ?
Or, is destiny what we make of ourselves ?
An excuse to keep going.
To believe that we are more,
that something controls us…
Because even more than freedom,
what we truly seek is peace.

Biting my nails
My thoughts are like snails
Always hiding
Yet always there
What ? Who ? Why
do I even care ?
This care – I should take it
Take care of myself
Not worry
Take care
& enjoy some fresh air.